May 27, 2010

I’m hesitant to write about this because I’m terrified of jinxing anything, but I’ve been given the opportunity to write a pretty cool piece for a magazine that’s requiring me to spend a little time in the MoMA library, researching the subject. After making an appointment yesterday, walking past hordes of chirping, shouting school children ready to have their artistic sensibilities heightened, checking in at the desk, checking my bag in a locker, I find myself in a beautiful, peaceful, quiet space. It’s clean and spare, and has large windows along one side that look out over the sculpture garden and across into the fishbowl like main museum, where the windows make it look as if the building has been cut in half and you can see inside like a dollhouse. I didn’t think I would be so happy to be here, in a space like this with its light wood tables and brightness. The plugs are handy! The internet is fast! The books I requested last night were put aside especially for me! I think this reaction bodes well for my future endeavor of graduate school.